We were foreigners
you could tell
our bodies much too eager
and our whoops much too soon
for the season.
The others, the citizens,
snuggled into the sand
as if they'd been there all winter
and had only now been uncovered.
The water was too cold
it tried to tell us not yet
But we did not have time to wait
we'd be home soon, land locked
So we let our limbs lose blood
and let the waves toss them
as if this is how limbs naturally moved,
by a sudden treaty of coercion and concession.
We forgot that drowning was deadly
and could only think, this is how life is naturally ventured.
Aug 10, 2010
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